Enter Maillard, Chalon leading Clermont, Captaines and Souldiers following.
See, prisoner led, with his bands honour'd more
Then all the freedome he enjoy'd before.
Mail. At length wee have you, sir.
Clermont. You have much joy too;
I made you sport. Yet, but I pray you tell mee,
Are not you perjur'd?
Mail. No: I swore for the King. 45
Cler. Yet perjurie, I hope, is perjurie.
Mail. But thus forswearing is not perjurie.